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absorbed into the 4 year-old flea market with exploding technicolor logo, worth 200 times as much. But Butterfield was too disorientated to entertain Schweitz’s advances, and even Leonard Carmichael raised a thick eyebrow when an expense claim crossed his desk for a rare 1780s marble fireplace surround. The compromise was to install it someplace in the building, capitalizing it onto the balance sheet as a Long Term Investment.
    Such were the benefits of the intimate partnership structure.
    “Benjamin,” Schweitzer greeted Silverman in fatherly fashion. He looked like a slightly younger version of talk show host Jerry Springer, complete with specs. He wore a white shirt with silver striped tie, loosened. “What’s new in Dwayne’s World?”
    “Hi. Good, Steven. Yeah, good. Wisnold seems to be doing great,” Ben said sunily, sitting down and handing his boss a deal update pack. “It was an interesting meeting.”
    “Oh yeah? Like how.”
    “Well let’s see: Jon Vogel treated the room to Jon’s New Laws of the Universe.”
    “Only the fruits and nuts here in California Benjamin, only the fruits and nuts. You know that guy has some kinda steam clock in the grounds of his place down in Monterey, that’s supposed to cuckoo every ten thousand years? Jesus Christ in the morning.” He gave exactly the same shake of the head as Jerry did on the show.
    “No doubt. Erm, maybe we should consider getting someone else on stage for the New York presentations.”
    “Oh yeah? Like who.” Schweitz was already absorbed in the update pack, specs far down his nose.
    “I guess Paul Towse. He’s a big holder, shows well. He’s got the chops to sell the boys out East.”
    Schweitz nodded: “That’s where the real money is lying and waiting, Benjamin.” Two hundred billion. “That’s the away game we need to win.”
    Schweitzer stopped at a certain point in the update pack. Ben knew which. “Oh my,” he said.
     
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    He said it as though in awe of a great painting, or some other priceless piece of art. “Oh my. Will you just look at the kinda money these pricks are gonna pull down.”
     

    Schweitz fell silent for a moment. Then in a faraway voice: “You know, Bill Gates once remarked that a man changes when his net worth passes a hundred million...”
    He snapped out of his reverie. “But I’m still here, Benjamin. What else?”
    “Just verification work mostly, for the S1 filing. Trying to find out about that Multiworld investor. And, there is something else I need to speak with you about.” Silverman hesitated. “You didn’t see my emails?”
    Schweitz eyed him. “Just got out of the meeting. Len makes us go topless. It’s a new edict.” He savored Silverman’s confused look for a second. “Lap-topless. No handhelds allowed in the Board Room either.”
    It was something Silverman had consistently seen in alpha males: the exaggerated leisure of guys like Schweitz as the stakes rose. He knew better than to delay the crux of his update any longer:
    “We had an incident at the end of the preso. The Kid got up to do his site demo turn, and managed to pull up the page of what looked like a human trafficking site, complete with thirteen year-old girl. Let’s just say there was a sharp intake of breath in the room.”
    Steven Schweitzer was silent.
    Ben: “Should I talk to the lawyers?”
    “About what?” snapped Schweitz. “Does eBay talk to its lawyers when some lunatic posts hate crime material on their site? Yeah, maybe they do – to make sure their site use policies are absolutely clear, that they have nothing to do with it.
    “Work with the Clamor team on this. Which of these guys can provide a little adult supervision in that department,” and he looked down the cap table again.
    “We’re supposed to be working with Marantz. He’s the CFO. Old school: blue shirt, flies around